Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.